Ever Where

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Everything leads to 
something else     
here in Nowheresville
except the river
that steals through it
sleek as a secret reptile
that finds itself in a temporary cage.

Elsewhere brings us
a step closer to the invisible,
the steep bank 
where grasses console the mud,
an abandoned bicycle
resting in the roots of a cypress.  ...............This stanza rocks!!! 

One stream feeds another
until the river goes south into wilderness,    .......Before this was a river, but now streams are leading up to it. It's hard to tell where Nowheresville begins or ends.
freed from the anthropoid 
into its divine plan of rock and tree 
past the plains of fire
into the Gulf of pure existence.     ................ I'm not a fan of pure existence, maybe 'clear' existence?

We feed ourselves
on its disappearance
praying to the breeze across our faces.

This poem rocks, every inch of it. Probably my favorite of your collection.
Only had to gun down one 'the' this time.

Struggled to find much wrong with it, hopefully I was helpful.

Good show,
Sc.